In the dark office, there was only a faint light coming from the phone.
Xiaochong, listening to Ji Yang telling her to get on his back, pursed her lips and spoke softly: "I... at noon, because I was too hungry... I ate three bowls of rice..."
Ji Yang: "..."
"Actually, it's not because I was hungry, it's because you cooked so well."
Ji Yang: "..."
After Xiaochong finished speaking, her face immediately turned bitter.
"Oh no, oh no... If I'd known you'd be carrying me tonight... I shouldn't have had lunch at noon, I'm definitely extra heavy now..."
Ji Yang: "..."
Is this really the time to be talking about this?
Ji Yang was more concerned about the condition of Xiaochong's ankle, not knowing how it was now.
Ji Yang pursed his thin lips, looked at the little girl's extremely conflicted look, and said softly: "Get on... I don't mind."
Xiaochong: "..."
But I care.
Every girl hopes to be light as a feather in front of the man she likes.
